Hear, Sky-Treader!

Lo! The god whose name I wear
Like Spring's lush blossoms in my hair;
Like a dress of spiderwebs;
The Coat of Tide that never ebbs.

Lo! The trickster deity
Whom I feel, though never see--
Whom I love and so revere--
Though my love is free of fear.

Lo! O, Loptr, will you hear?
True indeed, I hold you dear;
And my heart--which is your altar-
Is proof my love will never falter.

Will you see my humble verse?
O, Loke, in these feeble words
My heart I do outpour to you--
An offering I feel is due.

Your mark is on this life I live,
And all I have to give, I'll give!
As steady now, as Tick and Tock,
I'll stand with you 'till Ragnarok.

So be it that the Skies and Seas
Shall witness; may the Stones and Trees
All see--like tireless buzzing bees
My songs to you shall never cease.